Tuesday, April 19, 2011

HAVING FUN, WISH YOU WERE HERE

You might look at these grizzled old geezers and not realize what dangerous men they were in their youth. That's the catch with getting older. The arrogant, plugged-in bastards with their ergonomic Bluetooth earpieces and their designer business-casual attire might pass them by on the street without a thought, but these oldtimers once caused empires to tremble and brought forth great gales of solar fire and mind-warping electricity. Once they were Pink Floyd. Oh, I suppose they still are, but time has its tricks to play. Caught between Scylla & Charybdis, as pleasure boats drift past unaware, these former pirates are still howling into the hurricane. Softly. It may seem a bit dated now, at least to the stylishly modern listeners who have moved on to electro-poetic, radio-friendly pop confections. Nowadays, who wants to be reminded they traded in their heroes for ghosts? The people want to be entertained, after all. Dim the lights so they can slip into the darkness where it's less dangerous. For the others, the happy few who remember a time before we all became comfortably numb, here's a little song from the past. By the way, we're having fun. Wish you were here.



So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

1 comment:

Avi Frishman said...

well said sir. well said.